Billy was outside Hawkin’s school, leaning against his blue Camaro. He had one foot crossed over the other, his arms crossed, and he had a cigarette in between his lips. People, especially girls, kept looking at him. Not only because of his reputation, but also just his physical appearance. He was waiting for Max to get out of school, he was quite bored, even if he would occasionally trip some people walking by. He took a drag from his cigarette, bowing the smoke out of his mouth and nose.